Ling Si didn't mean to make Yan Shu look ugly. He just wanted him to divert his attention and keep staring at the plate and bowl in front of him. If Yan Shu couldn't sing, he would take the initiative to give him a step and call him to come.

In fact, not only Ling Si thought so, but when he heard the man named himself, Tao Ran and Jiang Yuansheng also looked at Yan Shu, and looked at him with hesitation: Doctor Yan is cold and focused on medical treatment, and he doesn't look like he can sing no matter how he looks.

On the contrary, Yan Shu, who was at the center of everyone's eyes, was very calm.

She stood up, her lips opened and she spit out a word, "Okay."

Ling Si paused slightly, then he raised with great interest, his eyes scorching sun, "Doctor Yan, please."

Yan Shu raised the sea bowl in her hand, and her white cuffs moved in the wind, like white clouds floating on the fallen peaks. "I would like to dedicate this song to those heroic souls who cannot return home with me."

After speaking, she drank the water in the bowl and opened her lips quietly.

"The black night it urges the red flowers to bloom

The road to the end of the world

Don't be afraid of following me a few times

From north to south, from east to west to return home from east to west

The wind in the wilderness blows away the dust and sand

Recite a mantra and listen to silent answers behind you

Under the black robe, cinnabar on the winding talisman

Break the pen and thorn the blood on the heart to draw the painting

How many spring breezes have ever been preserved in the prosperous flowers

I remember that fireworks fill Beijing every year..."

From the beginning of Yan Shu singing the first sentence, the entire military camp suddenly became a little quieter, and then became quieter, until her singing became the only melody on the entire open space.

It was a song that everyone had never heard before. It was mysterious and melodious, ethereal and holy. It was obviously a song of sending out the soul, but there was not much tragic and painfulness. It was only a faint sadness that made people feel a little sad. Before this sourness spreads, it was strangely soothed, making people feel relieved and intoxicated.

Ling Si looked at the figure singing under the moonlight, as tall as green bamboo, white clothes were better than the first snow, the moon blurred her body, and the night wind blew her long sleeves. The young man seemed to stand on the flowing clouds, accompanied by the vast song, and the world was independent.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little, and he felt that the boy in the distance was indescribably beautiful...

etc!

Ling Si rubbed his eyes and he actually thought that the boy with a black face looked good?!

However, looking at the intoxicated look of the people around him, Ling Si immediately felt relieved. Haven’t you seen these people be shocked?

Look at Jiang Yuansheng, his eyes won’t turn, and Tao Ran doesn’t know if the water on his hands is spilled. Just these people’s promising skills are so stable that they are very stable!

Ling Si complained in his heart, instead he ignored the heartbeat that moment and three moments, and he did not realize that his eyes were bright and bright at this moment, as if fire was about to emerge, burning wildly.

There are two sections of Yan Shu's song. Just as she sang the second section, a gentle and high flute sound came slowly!

Everyone was shocked and looked in the sound and saw Yao Shubo wearing a purple cloak with a smoke and purple cloak, holding a violet jade flute, and following Yao Dong and Xia, the two of them. As they played, they came stepping on the stars and the moon.

The sound of Feng Sibo's flute and Yan Shu's singing were exactly the same. Every melody and every syllable were all intimate. Obviously, the Prince of Prince of Feng had already arrived and had listened to the first half in a complete manner.

With the addition of the Songs, the songs and music are like flowers and soil, which are more vivid and touching.

"Kowloon Yongzhen fire and blood build a tower

Singing the soul to the hoarse song under the moon on the high platform

Don't speak under your eyes

It's just a heart-wrenching look for my years..."

At this time, a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded, and it penetrated strongly between Yan Shu's singing and Feng Bo's flute. Everyone was shocked again. When they turned their heads, they almost glared out their eyes.

General Ling actually held an ancient beast with black all over the body in his hand and was playing. He never expected that this great devil who was striking the sky, the earth and the air had hidden skills besides singing!

Jing Bo was also a little surprised. He didn't know that Ling Si could blow the drums. After thinking about it, this man has always been unexpected and can blow the drums, and it seemed nothing special.

However, Yan Shu still had facial paralysis. She just didn't expect Ling Si would come to cheer her up.

Not only Yan Shu didn't expect it, but Ling Si himself didn't expect that when he heard the saying "You don't speak under the mask of your eyes, but you just engraved my heart and shone in my heart." He felt that his heart was so hot that he took out his chest and blew it up. This matter was done, and even he himself was a little confused!

With Ling Si's addition, this song became more desolate and deeper. The whole song became more distinct and full of charm. Everyone was immersed in it and could not extricate themselves.

"The world once looked at the city and then destroyed thousands of armor.

The sun and the moon are gone in the sky, the blue hair is white

The rivers and mountains are falling and the yin and yang are at a distance

The moment the nine palaces collapsed and the stars fell down”

At the end of the song, everyone never came back to their senses for a long time. Although the three of them were not standing in the same place under the moonlight, they strangely formed a grand scene, like the sky light blooming, the sun and the moon shining together, making people unable to see away their sight. They just wanted to deeply engrave this scene in their minds and never forget them forever!

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Here I borrowed the "Long Song Sending the Soul" from Hetu. If you have time, you can listen to it. It's really nice to say~

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!